DOWN THE STREAM

Way down the stream,

The water is at its peak,

Caught in the waves I swirl around,

The stream ahead joins the sea,

I am eager to reach the bigger waters,

From there on I reach the shores,

Where it is safe for me,

On my way,

I catch the eye of young children playing nearby,

They are amused by me,

They watch me and play with me,

and let me go my way,

My journey is a tough one to take,

For the waters are deep,

I am just a small boat I may sink or cast away,

But yet I continue in these aggressive waters,

Conquering all the hurdles in my way,

For my destination is unknown,

I follow the path of the sea and go with it wherever it leads…

The Ocean Beckons….

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The winds blew towards the shore,

Announcing its coming,

The tides raising and falling,

The moon a mirror of reflection on the water gleaming,

Twinkling of the stars in the sky,

Shimmering sparkles of the sand,

The sound of the ocean waves the cool breeze across my face,

A fishing boat far away,

A small dimmer of light,

The morning brings a new ray of light,

Different shades of water and the blue sky,

The water so clear,

Soaking my feet a soothing feeling,

I am taken aback,

The ocean and the sound of the waves take me far away to another place….

Fly Away

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They Fly high, they fly low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow,

Spreading their wings across the sky,

Making a pattern line wise,

Flying over the lakes like a breeze trying to catch a meal,

Over the valleys and the streams, they make their nests in the tallest trees,

They make chirping and whistling sounds,

The morning fills them with energy and the nights are dark,

It is difficult to survive when winter sets in and its difficult to fly,

They travel across the seas across the vast lands,

They build a new nest every time they need, moving from one place to another is their frequent routine,

Colorful like different shades of paint, blue, black, green, purple they are a pretty site,

If I was a bird and could fly I would travel the world and touch the sky,

It is a tough life for survival they are no easy buys,

Fly away birds,

For you are an amazing sight….

The Barren Lands

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In the desert in the vast sand dunes and empty landscape,

With no rain the heat never ceases thereby hurting the feet,

For miles and miles nowhere to rest and only warm sandy breeze,

Beneath the blazing sun the cactus flowers bloom,

The trees are barren,

High up in the sky I see hawks circling nearby,

Trying to find my way through with no water and no food,

Long barren stretches all the way with no sign of any life,

Lost in a desert I see a tree is on the bank of a pond of water,

I quickly run towards it but it seems to be moving further away,

Then I realize it is a mirage that I see on this warm sunny day,

Sand storms begin to arise,

As a steady wind begins to blow,

Fine sand lying on the ground begin to vibrate,

Unable to take the heat anymore I fall down and faint,

When I wake up,

I find myself in an old run-down place,

I open my eyes and thank my stars for being safe,

And decide to never get lost in the barren lands again.

Summer Showers

A cold wind blows bringing the smell of wet mud,

The plants and trees welcome the rain,

Dancing and rejoicing the coming of showers,

Water drops on the leaves sparkling like a jewel,

The sky roaring and warning of the showers coming,

The light striking as though a click through a camera,

A breath of fresh air a calming feeling,

A relief for the farmers who rejoice,

The dust wiped out from the roads,

Drizzling and trickling a lot of rains will follow,

Summer showers are here…

Drops of Joy

The soft pitter-patter on the window,

Looks like pearls in a necklace,

The rain trickles light and then slowly increases throughout the night

Huge puddles of water where you can see your reflection,

People enjoying the first rain and dancing along the way,

The sound of rain makes you feel relaxed and calm,

The leaves have droplets on them which shine once the sun is out,

The mud smells heavenly the cleanest of all,

The wind blows and splashes drops along the way,

Cooling everything in its way,

Rain waters the garden and flows down the drain,

Oh! heavenly rain do visit me again…..

The Beautiful View

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Two streams flowing down the sloping sides,

Gently flowing into the rushing river tides,

Twisted and curved along the lines,

Clear and transparent,

A shine on the surface of water in the light,

Catching the eye of the passers by,

Admiring the beauty of the two streams flowing nearby…

The Elegance

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Moving swiftly dancing along the way,

Potraying elegance in every movement,

Majestic and beautiful,

They land with their wings flapping,

Their slender long neck,

Making it easy to catch their prey,

Together always,

Never been apart,

Their reflection in water as they sway their way,

Magnificent swans and their beauty,

Words wouldn’t do justice,

Till you see them yourself and admire them in every way....

The Ship of No Return

A voyage which no one thought would be their last,

The sheer size of the ship gigantic and enormous,

The safest ships of all,

But that feeling didn’t last longer,

A monstrous white sheet of ice,

The collision caused the hull plates to buckle inwards along her starboard,

Flooding the ship all along deck by deck,

Out in the ocean cold and all alone,

Cries were heard,

Prayers were said,

The ship was sinking waving her last goodbye,

The titanic breaks in two halves,

The story now lies at the bottom of the ocean…

Desert Beast

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Carrying huge burden,

He lifts up his load with ease,

Crossing the vast desert land,

Traveling long journeys without water to drink,

Through the intense heat you never fall,

You give me a sense of comfort,

Without you I wont survive the harsh lands,

Your skin golden as the desert sands,

When you tire you stop under the shade of the trees,

Feeding on plants and desert leaves,

Sand dunes don’t stop you,

You go on and strive,

Oh, mighty one that’s why you are called the “ship of the desert”

All hail! Its the desert beast..